First poem

To my newborn grand-daughter, Angélica

If, as they say, we grow a second heart
to love our children
what am I now?
A three-heart freak of nature?
Or just a new-born grandma?

It´s too early, perhaps,
to start giving myself to you
who can barely see me
much less say something to me

But you, whose world revolves literally
around your Mother´s breasts
You, whose instincts are survival
and even at that, not that good...
You are already tattooing on my heart
your name.
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